I stare in the mirror
My eyes refuse to blink
Sympathy for me
Hell I can`t even think
Send for the iceman, my temperature is startin` to rise
I`ve heard it before, I know the truth from the lies
Is it any wonder, heaven`s racked with thunder
and all of my dreams go under
like the fallin` rain
Execution Day
Voices like locusts keep smothering me
Twistin` and turnin` my senses like a cyclone at sea
Don`t touch me now
Won`t let you crucify me
You ain`t no damn jury
You can`t pass sentence on me
Is it any wonder, heaven`s racked with thunder
and all of my dreams go under
like the fallin` rain
Execution Day
Execution Day
Execution Day
Execution Day
Whose blood on whose hand
Where`s the promsised they preached for this land
Standin` with their bibles clutched in their hand
Whose blood on whose hand
Whose blood on whose hand
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Father my hand`s are shakin`
I see a light that`s breakin`
Show me a way to set my soul free
I hope it rains on me
Let it rain on me